One of my old journals is falling apart. I’d like to throw the raggedy thing away. There are only a few parts I care to remember, so I’m going to post those and then toss the rest.<\/p>\n
I guess late last year I was just starting to get into rhyme mode because I found this limerick.<\/p>\n
Have you heard of the cat who was black And there were lots of silly couplets. I wrote them as a warm-up. I wanted to write a song and I thought it might go easier if I started with a nonthreatening subject like my cat.<\/p>\n He’s a cat from outer space. His fur is as black as the sky at night He chews the carpeting down to the tacks. I didn’t finish the song. I didn’t even get very far with it. That’s the weakness of journal writing. Journals aren’t intended to be read, so there’s no reason to finish things.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" One of my old journals is falling apart. I’d like to throw the raggedy thing away. There are only a few parts I care to remember, so I’m going to post those and then toss the rest. I guess late … Continue reading
\nExcept for the patch on his back?
\nIt was white as the snow
\nAnd he hated it so
\nHe hid himself deep in a sack.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nCome to tame the human race. <\/em><\/p>\n
\nExcept for a heart-shaped patch of white
\nSo cute upon his belly.
\nHis breath is always smelly.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHe’s fond of curtains and eats them as snacks.<\/em><\/p>\n